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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.