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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.