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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
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Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.