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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.