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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.