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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.