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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.