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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.