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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.