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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.