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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 DNA to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.