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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.