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 Albania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.