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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
June Days,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.