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 France and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Moebius,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.