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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.