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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.