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 Indonesia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.