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 Comoros 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Monks,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.