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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.