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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.