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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.