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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.