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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.