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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.