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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.