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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.