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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.