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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.