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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.