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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.