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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.