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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.