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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.