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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.