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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.