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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.