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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.