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 Austria and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Visage,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.