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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.