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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.