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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Swans,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.