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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.