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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.