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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Pylon,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.