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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Q65,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.