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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.