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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.