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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.