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 Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.