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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.