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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Can,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.