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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Faust,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Television,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.