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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.