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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.