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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.