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 Italy 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Index,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.