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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.