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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
MDC,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.