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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.