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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.