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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.