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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.