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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.