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 Japan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.