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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Move,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.