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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Fear,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.