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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.