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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.