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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.