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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Rekid,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.