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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
June Days,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.