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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pole,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.