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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Visage,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.