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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.