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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.