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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.