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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.