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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
X-101,
Swans,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.