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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.