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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe 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.