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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.