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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Index,
Pantytec,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.