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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.