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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.