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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.