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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.