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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.