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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.