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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.