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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Chrome 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.