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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.