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 Norway 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Skarface,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.