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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.