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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.