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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Pagans 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.