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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.