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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s 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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.