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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.