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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.