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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.