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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Ten City,
Wings,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.