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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.