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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.