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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.