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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.