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 Bahrain 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Can,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.