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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Mars,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.