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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.