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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.