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 Chile 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.