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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.