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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.