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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.