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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.