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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.