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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.