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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Television 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 dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.