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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.