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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Residents,
MC5,
Slave,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.