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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.