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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.