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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.