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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.