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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.