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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.