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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.