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 Bahamas 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.