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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.