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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.