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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.