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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.