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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.