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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
JFA,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.