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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.