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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.