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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Stereo Dub 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.