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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Wire,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.