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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.