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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.