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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.