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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.