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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.