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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.