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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.