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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 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 Model 500 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.