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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scientists 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 funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Japan,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.