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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.