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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
World's Most,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.