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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Faust,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.