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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
CMW,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.