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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.