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 Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.