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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.