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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.