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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.