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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Skriet,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.