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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.