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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.