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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Martian,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Television,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.