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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.