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 Greece and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Japan,
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.