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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.