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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Move,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.