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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.