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 Albania and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.