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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.