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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.