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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
PIL,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.