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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.