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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Faust,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.