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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.