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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.