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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.