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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.