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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.