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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.