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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.