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 Estonia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
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Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.