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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.