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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.