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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.