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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.