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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.