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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.