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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.