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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.