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 Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.