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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.