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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Lyres,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.