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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.