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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.