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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Smog,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.