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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.