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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.