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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.