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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.