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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Oneida,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.