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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.