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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.