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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
the Association,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.