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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.