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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.