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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.