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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.