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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Monks,
cv313,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.