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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.