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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Smog,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Fear,
ABC,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.