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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
June of 44,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.