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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.