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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.