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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.