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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.