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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.