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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.