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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.