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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.