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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Index,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Martian,
John Holt,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.