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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.