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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.