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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.