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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.