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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
UT,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.