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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Japan,
Mars,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.