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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.