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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.