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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.