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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Liliput,
EPMD,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.