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 Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.