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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.