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 Korea North 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.