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 Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.