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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.