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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Magma,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Monks,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.