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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.