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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.