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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Skaos,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Wire,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.