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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.