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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.