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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.