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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.