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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.