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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.