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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Television,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Wings,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Index,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.