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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.