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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.