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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.