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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.