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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.