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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.