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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.