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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.