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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.