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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.