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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.