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 Mongolia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.