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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.