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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Monks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.