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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.