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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.