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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.