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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.