Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Smog,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.