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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.