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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.