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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Index,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.