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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.