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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.