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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.