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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.