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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.