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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.