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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.