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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.