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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.