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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
John Cale,
Pole,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.