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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Smog,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.