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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Lalann,
the Germs,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
June Days,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.