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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.