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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.