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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.