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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.