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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Ronan,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.