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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Wire,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.