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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Crime,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.