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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.