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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
UT,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.