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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.