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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.