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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.