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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.