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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.