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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.