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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.