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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.