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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.