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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.