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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.