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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.