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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.