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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.