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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Can,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.