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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.