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 Switzerland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.