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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.