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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Index,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.