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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.