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 Namibia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
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.