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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.