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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Fall,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.