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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.