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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.