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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.