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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.