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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.