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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Can,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.