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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.