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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Fortunes 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.