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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.