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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.