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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Outsiders 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.