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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.