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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.