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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.