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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.