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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.