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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.