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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Remains,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.