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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.