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 Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Monolake,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.