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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.