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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.