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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.