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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.