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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Index,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.