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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.