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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.