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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.