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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 AZ to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.