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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.