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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
the Association,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.