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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.