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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Technova 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.