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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.