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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.