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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.