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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.