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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dead C,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Nico,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.