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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.