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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Y Pants 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.