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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.