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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
UT,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.