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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.