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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Warren Ellis 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.