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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.