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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.