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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Organ,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.