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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.