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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.