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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.