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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.