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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.