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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
UT,
The Dead C,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.