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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Franke,
cv313,
Roxette,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
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.