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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.