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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.