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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.