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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.