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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
X-102,
Crime,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.