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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.