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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
the Slits,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.