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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.