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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.