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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.