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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.