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 Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.