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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.