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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Can,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.