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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 MDC to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.