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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.