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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.