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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.