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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.