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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.