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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.