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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.