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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
Crime,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.