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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.