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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.