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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.