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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.