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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.