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 Panama 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.