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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.