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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.