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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.