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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Scion,
the Association,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.