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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.