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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.