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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.