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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.