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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.