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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.