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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.