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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.