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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
JFA,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.