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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.