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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Visage to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.