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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.