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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.