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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.