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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.