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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.