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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.