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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.