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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.