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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.