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 Chad and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.