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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Model 500,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.