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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.