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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Gong,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.