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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.