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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.