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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Index,
Jandek,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.