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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.