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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
The Names,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.