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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.