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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.