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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Cameo,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.