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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.