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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.