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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.