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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.