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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.