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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Can,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Mars,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
MDC,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.