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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.