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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.