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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.