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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.