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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.