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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.