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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.