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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.