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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
DNA,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.