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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Index,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.