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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.