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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.