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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.