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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.