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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.