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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.