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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
cv313,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.