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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.