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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.