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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.