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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.