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 India 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.