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 Austria and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.