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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.