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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.