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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.