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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.