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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.