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 France and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.