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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.