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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.