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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.