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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.