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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Japan,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Faust,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.