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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.