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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.