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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.