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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.