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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.