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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.