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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.