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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.