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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.