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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.