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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Japan,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.