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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.