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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
AZ,
The Index,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.