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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.