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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.