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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.