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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.