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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.