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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.