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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.