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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.