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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.