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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Lyres,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.