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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.