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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Monks,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.