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 Burkina 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.