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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Last Poets to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.