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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.