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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.