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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.