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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.