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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.