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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.