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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.