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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.