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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Animal Collective 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.