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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.