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 Namibia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.