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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.