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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.