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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.