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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.