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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.